Today was a day of several interesting thoughts.
1. I've reverted back to my fanboy-ism of BMWs. I want one. I'm spoiled, yes. Once my second Camry of Serious Hard-Core Action dies (the silver one with the spoiler and cool wheels), I'm going to get myself a used new-generation 7 series. They're just friggin' cool cars, and hell, if there's one out there that survives until I wear out my car-to-be, it's probably worthy of a few more years.
2. Finished the bulk of the work on my Plan2 application. The next week goes to making sure that all the bells and whistles are properly attached and in the mailbox. For some strange reason today I was reminded of Dr. Woodruff, the fella in charge of P2. I've met him twice, once at my P2 visit (he was the teacher) and again at the Honors Colloquium (greetz to all those 2 wonderful kids who still check this thing). Perhaps I got to thinking of him because in the two hours that I've talked to the guy, he's already better than the vast majority of the teachers I've had at Oakridge, and I won't mention any names such as the entire Tollison family who all need to have starving Ethiopians thrown at them for hours on end to remind them what happens because of evil people like them.
But that's neither here nor there.
Woodruff, anyway, is a real nice guy. Oh yeah! I remembered him because of his little P2 rant at the College of Liberal Arts (from here on out, CoLA) lunch and he did this very silly one-man dialogue between a kid and his dad, and he kept loosening and tightening his necktie to symbolize each, respectively. He's the ideal kind of professor for a goofball like me: you think he looks really screwy at first glance, and then you're sure that he's screwy when he speaks only a couple words at a time. Then it hits you: the guy is a walking sense of humor, he's a very calculating speaker (as any philosopher should be), and he's a damned genius to boot.
Strange that he's been one of my strongest pulls to Plan2 (just academically speaking, I've got millions of reasons to go to Austin and P2's one of 'em), but I'm amazed at how often my intuition is right about these things.
3. Homecoming. My memory-loss issues are starting to show: I completely forgot that my date is working until Friday evening. I, being the friggin' genius I am, also agreed to contribute to singing the national anthem. SO, instead of taking that very cute girl to a nice dinner and then being smoove and singing, I get to sing, then promptly leave the game to go get her and then bring her back. Fun stuff, congratulations to The Real World� and School� for owning the shit out of both me and Stephanie.
Blink's "Please Take Me Home" just came on. I want to go home.
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